"Transformers Prime Frozen Parody"

Summary: Princess Arcee of Iacon teams up with Energon harvester Cliffjumper to find her older brother, Optimus Prime, who had unintentionally froze the entire kingdom.

Transformers © Hasbro

Frozen © Disney

~Chapter One: The Prince and Princess of Iacon~

The night was peaceful and calm on the metallic planet Cybertron, and the people of the great kingdom of Iacon were all fast asleep, just like any other night. The streets were empty, not even the tiniest of sounds could be heard. No lights lit up the homes in the kingdom; the only source of light was Cybertron's moons and the stars that twinkled and shimmered in the sky. All was at peace in Iacon, for they were watched over by caring and defending eyes.

In the center of the kingdom was the grandest palace in all of Cybertron—the Iacon Palace. In such a beautiful place dwelt the wise and respected Sentinel Prime, keeper of the Matrix of Leadership, and his beloved and adored wife, Alnai. They ruled Iacon strongly, keeping things fair and in order. The citizens of Iacon praised the Prime and his mate, for they were the fairest rulers Iacon has had in many, many years.

The royal family also had two beloved children; the oldest was young Orion Pax, heir to the throne and the future ruler of Iacon. When old enough, the Matrix will be passed onto him and he will become the next Prime. Rather shy and a little uncertain at times because he was still so young, and sparked with a bit of a temper, the young mech often wondered if he would be as good of a leader as his father. He wasn't as strong or as determined, and he'd rather spend time playing than study the right ways to rule a kingdom. That, and he had a little secret.

The youngest was little Arcee; a silly, free-spirited little femme who, too, would rather spend most of her time playing outside or in the ballroom with Orion. She adored her older brother, wanting to do what he does, copying him and following him around until he snipped at her to stop. They loved to do everything together. They were very close, and not only because they shared a room.

That particular night, bright lights lit up and danced across the sky, shining into the younglings' room. Young Orion Pax was fast asleep on his side, dreaming peacefully, snug under his sheets in his warm, comfortable berth. However, his slumber was interrupted by a tiny voice.

"Orion! Psst!" whispered little Arcee as she peeked over the edge of her brother's berth and climbed up. "Orion!" She crawled onto his body and sat on him, shaking him. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

"Arcee," Orion sleepily moaned, cracking his eyes open with a small smile, "go back to sleep. It's still night time."

Little Arcee sighed and flopped down on top of her brother's side. "But I just can't! The sky's awake, so I'm awake. So we have to play!" she said dramatically.

"Go play by yourself," Orion grunted as he playfully shoved his sister off of him.

Arcee flopped onto the floor with a little yelp and pouted; sitting there, she wondered how she could get her big brother to play with her. Only a few seconds later did an idea come to her. There was one thing they really loved doing together out of many things.

Climbing back up onto him and opening one of his eyes, she asked, "Do you wanna build a snowbot?" She let go of his eye, and she grinned as he opened them both and smiled at her. Then, the two made their way out of their room, down the hall, down the main staircase, and into the ballroom. They giggled as she closed the door and ran to the middle of the ballroom, holding hands. "Do the magic," little Arcee pleaded excitedly, "do the magic!"

Orion smiled and looked to his hands; slowly spinning one over the other round and round, Arcee watched fascinated as a small, glistening ball of snow appeared in his hands. "Ready?" he asked. When she nodded eagerly, he tossed the little snowball into the air, and it exploded into a flurry of snowflakes.

"This is amazing!" Arcee cheered and ran around through the snowflakes, squealing excitedly and giggling.

"Watch this!" Orion said. Then he stamped his foot onto the floor and a thin layer of ice spread from his foot to the walls and into the farthest corners of the ballroom; little Arcee giggled as she started to slide across the icy floor and Orion laughed as he joined her. This was Orion's secret; the ability to create snow and ice. He's had this ability for as long as he can remember, and only he and his family know about it.

Before long, the floor had a thick blanket of snow; perfect for making a snowbot. Orion rolled a giant snowball around until it was the right size, and Arcee placed a smaller snowball on top. He told his little sister to go sit on their mother's throne while he worked on the head and face; he wanted it to be a surprise to her. He added a little bolt for the nose and turned the head around to face Arcee, who had been making silly faces, and made the arms of the snowbot move as he pretended to speak for it. "Hi, I'm Bumblebee," he said in a high-pitched voice, "and I like warm hugs."

Arcee squealed and clapped. "I love you, Bumblebee!" she exclaimed and slid off of the throne and raced over to hug the cute little snowbot.

The two siblings continued to play in Orion's magic snow and ice; they slid across the floor and down slides made of snow, landing in piles of white fluff. Arcee sat in Orion's lap as they traveled swiftly down a snow slide, and Arcee flew into a snow pile, emerging with a smile on her face and giggled as she flung snow into the air; then she jumped up into the air and landed on a small tower of snow which Orion had created beneath her feet. Seeing a game in this, she giggled and leapt higher.

"Hang on," Orion said as he created a snow platform for his sister to land on, one getting a little taller than the one prior to it.

"Catch me!" Arcee cried.

"Gotcha!"

"Again!"

Orion created another snow platform, and then Arcee instantly leapt off of it; his smile vanished. She was going a little too quick. "Wait!" he called and sped up his process, but his sister also quickened; it was like she was walking across a path of stones in a pond, giggling the whole time. Orion, however, was not having fun anymore. "Slow down," he exclaimed and crated one more snow platform in a flash, suddenly slipping onto his back with a yelp. Sitting up as quick as he can, his optics widened as he saw his sister leap off of the lat snow platform; she expected him to create another one for her to land on, she trusted him to. "ARCEE!" In a panic, he shot his hands out, and a blast of snow and ice flew through the air.

Instead of forming another platform, it struck Arcee in the head.

With a tiny grunt, she went limp in mid-air and slid down a pile of snow, laying still. Orion gasped at what had just happened. He watched his sister closely, hoping she would start moving on her own; when she didn't, he really began to worry. He got to his feet and raced over to her, pulling Arcee into his lap. "A-Arcee...?!" he whimpered, cradling his sister close. His spark stopped when he saw a strip of frost appear on Arcee's helm, turning white, in the exact spot where he had struck her with his powers. He could feel his sister becoming colder by the second. What had he done?

"MAMA! PAPA!" Orion cried out as tears streamed down his cheeks and held his little sister close. As he cried, he wasn't aware of what was happening around him; the smooth ice on the floor frosted and became rough. It started just around him and Arcee, and then it stretched out rapidly to the walls of the ballroom and up the pillars to the ceiling, even causing the little snowbot to collapse to a clump of white topped with metal pieces. Even if he knew what was happening, Orion wouldn't have cared. He only wanted to know if his sister was alright. "Y-You're okay, Arcee...I got you...!" he sniffled, cradling Arcee in his arms.

Loud thumping and grunts came from behind the doors; due to the frost they were frozen shut for a while. After a few more loud thumps, the doors swung open, and Sentinel Prime and Alnai entered. They gazed in shock at the condition of the ballroom and then raced over to their children, seeing Arcee was in trouble. "Orion, what have you done?" said Sentinel. "This is getting out of hand!"

"But, i-it was an accident," Orion said and looked to his sister, hugging her. "I'm sorry, Arcee..."

Alnai took Arcee into her arms and gasped. "Sentinel, she's ice cold!"

Luckily, the Prime knew how to handle the situation; he just hoped they wouldn't be too late. "I know where we have to go," he said and he raced for the study room. Scanning through every scroll and datapad on every shelf, he found one on magic and healing. He scrolled through the datapad until he was on the page with a figure performing magic over a sick body, and uploaded a map. Gathering his family, they rounded up two Cyber-Stallions and hurried out of the palace, leaving the borders of Iacon—a trail of ice left behind by one of the mechanical horses.

Meanwhile, a little red, horned mechling sat on a large cube of Energon while a small Predacon dragon pulled their sleigh, trotting happily while chirping. The mechling swung his little legs patting his cube of Energon when he heard the sound of hooves clanging against metal. Looking around and telling his little Predacon to pull over, he listened to the trotting getting louder and louder. Then he saw two Cyber-Stallions gallop right by him, and he noticed the trail of white crystals. "What in the world...?" he gasped softly as he touched it, its coldness sending chills down his back. Unhitching his Predacon from the sleigh, he hopped onto his back and they followed the Cyber-Stallions to an empty clearing where the surface of Cybertron dipped into a bowl with a flat bottom. Keeping themselves hidden behind clumps of metal, they watched and listened.

Sentinel Prime mounted his Stallion and helped his mate and children get down, and they journeyed to the center. Alnai reached out to hold Orion's hand, but he hid his hands under his arms as he hugged himself. "Please, help!" the old Prime called out. "It's my daughter!"

Then, not long after his plea, metallic spheres of various sizes came rolling from the shadows and gathered around them. Sentinel stood in front of his family while Alnai kept the children close. Soon the strange spheres came apart and unraveled, revealing many Cybertronians of all ages sitting on their knees. "It's the Prime," gasped one of them.

The young mechling spying blinked as his jaw dropped. "No way...Triple-Changers?"

Suddenly, the clump of metal they hid behind unraveled into a middle-aged blue femme. "Shh! I am trying to listen," she hissed, crouching down to their height to hear better. Then the little Predacon licked her cheek plate and she really looked at the mechling and his companion. She smiled and placed her arms around them. "Aren't you two cuties. I think I'll keep you."

Meanwhile, in the circle, a much older mech approached the royal family. He bowed before the Prime and knelt in front of young Orion, taking one of his hands, grasping it gently. "Sir Prime, was he born with the power, or cursed with it?"

"Born, Alpha Trion," replied Sentinel, "and they are getting stronger."

Alpha Trion nodded and stood up to Alnai's height to examine little Arcee. He placed a hand on her helm where she was struck and sighed. "You are lucky it was not her spark," he said. "The spark is not so easily changed. But thankfully, the head can be persuaded."

"Do what you must," said Sentinel.

Alpha Trion placed both hands onto Arcee's helm, and blue sparkles appeared as he fluttered them into the air. "I recommend we remove all magic—even memories of magic—to be safe." The sparkles cluttered around and then expanded, revealing a mirror, reflecting back all of the past moments Orion and Arcee had together with his ability; each time he waved his hand over it, the image was erased. Then came a scene where the youngling huddled together and smiled at the little snowbot they built, and Alpha Trion smiled. "But do not worry. I leave the fun." He gathered the sparkles in his hands and cupped them over Arcee's helm, watching them return to her mind, and a smile appeared on her lips. "She will be alright."

"But, she won't remember I have powers?" Orion asked, looking at his hands.

"It is for the best," Sentinel told him.

Alpha Trion took his hand again and led him a little away. "Listen to me, Orion Pax. Your power will only grow." He lifted his hands into the air, and blue shadows create a scene of an older version of Orion amongst a crowd of Cybertronians, performing graceful tricks with his ability, could be seen. "There is beauty in it," he told the young mech as the shadow of Orion tossed its hand into the air and a large snowflake formed—then it suddenly turned red and became sharp and jagged. "But also great danger," he warned, making Orion gasp. "You must learn to control it. Fear, and anger...will be your enemy."

Orion Pax watched in horror as the shadows of the crowd attacked his in a deep flash of red before everything vanished, a deep, echoing scream piercing his audio receptors. He gasped and clung to Sentinel, hiding his face.

Sentinel placed his hand on his son's back and held him close. "No. We will protect him," he said firmly. "He will control it, I am sure. Until then...we lock the gates of Iacon. We will reduce the staff. We will limit her contact with others. We will keep his power hidden from everyone...including Arcee."

And it was just that. The femmes and mechs of Iacon woke the following morning to find the gates of the palace shut and locked. The staff was indeed minimized to reduce the risk of Orion unintentionally harming someone. He spent most of his time in his own room; he and Arcee were separated to lessen the chance of another incident.

Arcee constantly wondered why this was happening, why she couldn't spend time with her brother anymore...why he was shutting her out, avoiding her. She sat on her berth, slumped over sadly, when she heard the familiar footsteps of her brother walk down the hall and perked up. She hopped from her berth, out of her room and followed the footsteps to a corner, where she saw Orion open the door to his own room.

He looked to her and cringed, quickly opening the door, going inside, and shutting it before Arcee had the chance to say anything.

The little femme stood there, sadly looking to the floor, her hands falling to her side. Why was this all happening? Then, she sullenly turned and headed back to her own room.

Next—chapter two: Do You Wanna Build A Snowbot?